Where am I going?

Above the clouds that gleam, by the sun

That warms the earth and not the heavens above

Where am I going?

Flying parallel to the birds of the evening

Doing this, am I seeking salvage?

From this feeling of vivacity, juxtaposed with our human realities

Where am I going?

to reconcile with and make peace

with the stringent practices of human nature

that maketh the damned

Where am I going?

I seek no pleasure, but peace be with

Like the birds flying, each evening in flocks

In flock, back to its keep

I’am going home.